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  I'm supposed to care.  I'm supposed to be better than this.  I'm supposed to give a fuck about self preservation.  My friend caught the bimbo virus, and now there's a 50% chance that after I bust inside her as many times as I can and we pass out that my dick will go the exact same way his did.  But I can't care, I've never fucked a pussy this hot, or squeezes tits that good. or kissed lips that soft.  If Adrian was still in there he would be pissed off that I was taking advantage of him, but I know if it were flipped he'd have ripped our clothes off the minute he saw this sexy thing.  And honestly, I don't think I'll care if I lose when I bust either. 

“Ohhh! Oh god please, stop! Stop I promise I’ll never cheat again!” Carl groaned as his tits grew larger, swinging roughly with each thrust into his ass “Please erica!” he cried, his mind was battered with every thrust, every slap of her hips against him shaking out a memory of his rapidly disappearing manly life. Erica laughed through the sound of the slaps of her hips meeting his ass, lust and hate burning together as she watched her ex’s ass and hips inflate as she pounded him. It had been days since Erica had seen walked in on her boyfriend fucking with, she’d seen the signs, but never expected Carl to be so brave as to fuck someone in their own bedroom. He didn’t see her. The Fucker. She’d spent the next days outside the house as much as possible travelling through a sex shop, the shop keeper saw her “I see your pain.” the keeper said “You want revenge. Let me get you what you need” It was an unsuspecting Dildo with a strap on harness. “Use this, you sound less like ...

Daniel Webster stared in the mirror feeling a sense of discomfort and dread. Shirtless he pressed a hand along the cold smooth silvered glass, watching as his reflected image stared back, matching his concerned look. As he’d worked something felt..off, a sagging every so often would trip him up at work, he felt hot and sticky, but his body no longer produced sweat. Every once in a while he had ran his hand through his hair...it felt..fake..almost wig like in it’s nature. It had been hours since then and the small signs of something wrong only grew. He felt...trapped. His clothes which were new...felt less direct to his skin, and more like they were layered. Which is what lead him here. Standing in front of a mirror, trying to find..it. The problem. And then something caught his eye...his eyes. Slowly he leaned in staring, he leaned back as a millionthoughts rushed through is mind as he stumbled across the floor to the bathroom. He held out his eye lids with his left index and t...

So this is a bit of an experiment. This is composed from screenshots taken of a porn video I was watching the other night that gave me a lot of ideas. The story came to me very rapidly over the work day but for now it feels more like a snippet so here it is as a hot "classic" style cap.